But we knew he'd tol' his story, tho he never spoke a word,
An' it was the saddest story thet our ears had ever heard;
He hed tol' his own life history an' no eye was dry the day,
W'en the elder rose an' simply said: "My brethren, let us pray."
By permission of The Blade, Toledo, Ohio.
LIFE COMPARED TO A GAME OF CARDS
ANONYMOUS
Life is like a game of cards
Which each one has to learn.
Each shuffles, cuts and deals a pack,
And each a trump does turn.
Some turn a high card at the top,
While others turn a low.
Some hold a hand quite flushed with trumps,
While others none can show.
When hearts are trumps we play for love
And pleasure decks the hour.
No thought of danger ever comes
In roses' lovely bower.
When diamonds chance to turn the pack
'Tis then men play for gold,
And heavy sums are won and lost
By gamblers young and old.
When clubs are trumps beware of war
On ocean and on land,
For fearful things have come to pass
When clubs were in the hand.
But last of all is when the spade is turned by the hand of time,
And finishes up the game in every land and clime;
No matter how much a man may make or how much a man may save,
You'll find the spade turns up at last to dig each player's grave.